Page 81 of Tempting the Player
Jesus. There was a good chance she was going to smack him over the head after this. She considered refusing to answer him, but she was too needy and wanted him too badly. “I want you to touch me between my legs.”
Chad hummed his approval and then his fingers were sliding over her aching sex, touching her but not enough. Nowhere near enough.
“More,” she said—begged, really.
He sat back, brought her arms down so her wrists were pinned under her breasts with his one had. His gaze flicked up to her as he slowly, softly stroked her with one finger. “More?”
“Yes.” Her chest was heaving now.
He slipped a finger inside her. “Is that what you wanted?” Before she could answer, he hooked his finger inside her and nearly set her off. “Do you still want more?”
Bridget would always want more. “Yes—please—yes.”
A smug smile graced his lips as he eased another finger inside her, working her slowly at first and then harder and deeper.
“I like this.” He watched her the entire time—his gaze locked on what he was doing. “I like watching you ride my hand. Fucking beautiful.”
He did that hooking thing with his fingers again and between that and the way he watched her, he drove her insane and right to the brink of a huge release.
Chad pulled his hand away from her just as she started to quiver, and she cried out. When their gazes collided, he raised his fingers to his mouth, sucking off her arousal.
Bridget almost lost it then.
He made a low sound in his throat. “You taste so good I just have to have more.”
Then his head was between her thighs, and that wonderful, wicked tongue of his delved deep between her folds. He speared her flesh, suckled from her like she was some kind of sweet nectar.
Her head was spinning, her hips grinding down on his mouth. She came close to release again, her breath ragged as her soft cries filled the room.
Chad stopped short just as she was about to break apart, lips glossy as he withdrew his fingers slowly. He moved his hand farther down, until one finger teased the sensitive, puckered skin. Her body tensed as a slew of erotic images assaulted her—of him taking her like that. Something she’d never done before.
“Later,” he promised in a dark voice. “I’m going to own that too, but later.”
Then he was moving up her, pinning her hands above her head again. He powered his hips forward, plunging deep inside her with one stroke. Bridget cried out, her fingers digging into her palms as he entered her. The minor bit of discomfort as her body adjusted to his size was nothing compared to the pleasure she knew was waiting. She lifted her hips, urging him on.
“Jesus, you’re so tight,” he growled as he pushed down.
Pleasure coiled tightly as he withdrew slowly and then eased his way back in. She’d never felt so full before. He was slow at first, but the pace picked up and his hips were pounding into hers as she hooked her ankles behind his back.
“Chad!” she cried out as the orgasm tore through her, deep and fast, robbing her of breath.
He let go of her wrists then, grasping her hips and lifting her as he hammered into her. She gripped his shoulders as she shattered again, flew apart under his relentless strokes. Her sex pulsed and squeezed around his and then he came, his hard muscles flexing and tensing under her hands.
His heart was pounding against hers, just as fast. The brush of his lips was tender and so at odds with the fierceness that had rolled through both of them moments before.
He withdrew slowly and eased onto his side. She was a useless pile of bones and skin as he pulled her over to him, tucking her close so her head rested against his chest.
In the silence that followed, Bridget listened to his heart. She didn’t know what to expect. For him to leave or go to sleep? She was never good at these kinds of things.
She lifted her head. “I’m…I’m going to get something to drink. Do you want anything?”
He pried one eye open. “I’ll get it,” he said, starting to sit up.
“No.” She placed a hand on his chest. “I’ll do it. I’ll…uh, be right back.”
Chad said nothing as she carefully untangled herself from him and grabbed a longish shirt from the pile of clean clothes folded on her chair. Slipping it on and padding out to the kitchen, she was somewhat pleased by the dull twinge between her legs.
The sex…well, it had been the best sex of her life.
